A man came to Miriam's house today. He is a strange man but he said he knew Tariq.. They were in a hosiptal together after they were both injured during the war. He said that he never saw him, but introduced himself and became compainions as the long days of recovery dragged on. This man said that Tariq spoke often of his loved one back home, he spoke of me, his loved one. I sat in silence as he told his story of his stay at the hospital and how though he never saw Tariq with his own eyes, he knew he was pretty seroiusly injured. Just as I was about to speak, he said one day he woke up with an empty cot next to him...Tariq's cot. Tariq is gone. Dead and gone...I feel lifeless and I don't know how I'm going to move on, move forward with my life.
-Journal entry by Jenna